On & on

I breathe fresh air, with lingering smells
of last night's rain and the morning fumes.
I hear crickets and the sound of tires
and that of the planes flying overhead..

Behind the curtain of very tall trees,
I see parts of the houses in the lane behind.
Like the ticking clock in my living room
everything seems to be working on time..

Like a machine my world goes on.
And time passes by and life goes on.

Be a Child...

Jump up, till your shins hurt
till your breath is all that holds you up

turn around in circles small
till your eyes roll and you got to sit down

run and run till you can no more
till you can hear your heart pumping

Reach up high like you can touch the sky
reach till the tips of your toes can hold no more

Do something that transforms you back
to the times when you were just a child
When things were simple and life was easy
worries were about mom finding you out
How oblivious you were before life happened
to what it could bring to you.

Do something that is innocent and honest
That has no understanding of having grown up
Do it today, do it now... just get up and out...
Try hard for once, to be something. Be a child.

Snowy evening - Robert frost

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
   
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert frost

fickle weather

On days like today,
I dont know my mood..
Like the moving clouds,
my mood tends to move.

I am not inspired
I am not excited
Too much is normal
too much to think
too much routine
Its such a stink.

Well, to be honest
its not really bad
Its just that I need
a change, just a tad
To find something
that is exciting
Something unfinished
that will do too....

Oh I dont know what to do
I dont like this mood
I dont like the weather today
Its a little too blue
One minute it rains
the other it gets sunny
There is thunder and lightning
and suddenly there isnt any.

Just so fickle!!

Scream?

I woke up with a start
I dint know why
Something was different,
but what?

Drenched in sweat
I tried to listen
All I heard was
my pounding heart!

Shadows on my wall,
Dancing all they can
shouldnt there be one
for every one light?


It was dark outside,
Or was it twilight?
It was early in the morning,
It was barely 4.
why would I wake up?
what for?

I heard it then,
it wasnt very subtle
Loud and Flashing,
the thunder storm...
I remembered then
there had been a warning..
The hail on the panes
And the wailing wind
The sound of water
hitting everything

A nightmare, a dream...
This is what I woke up to
like I had heard a scream.

Where is the sun???

I havent seen the sun
oh its been so long
I look out the window
and wait for the dawn

Its not bad, this weather around
but where is my beloved sun?
I like the breeze, the smell of rain
I like the drops of water splashing
I love the way there is always a rainbow
but I miss the sun and the warmth

The moon hasn't come either, to accompany me
the stars have deserted me too..
I blame it all on the missing sun...
I blame him for my mood.

Where is the sun, its been too long
It was never like this before..
Even when it was cold and white
when the snow hid the ground,
even when it was hard to walk
without lots of layers,
The sun was out with glorious charm
and threw little sparkles of light.

I want my sun, and the warmth that comes
when it is bright and not so gloomy!!
I want it right now and I know i cant
have it as I please just so easy.

Block

I am trying I swear, I have changed color,
and also the page...
But I cannot get, more than words few,
out of my head .

Am I trying too hard?
or has it been too long?
my moods are not bad,
in my head, there's my song!
I love the weather,
the snow is gone though,
warm it seems around
a walking I can go...

But I wonder what the matter is,
I cant come up with anything,
for weeks so long I have been
trying to, but not writing.

I know there will be a flood
after a little time
To block, I may try,
but I cant, this heart of mine.

For now, I am going to wait
and please bear with me.
for I write for my mind
and my heart within.
And both of them seem to be
waiting for a sign
to tell them its time, let go
a rushing they will come and rhyme...
 

snow

Sheets of white..
to my eyes delight..
cotton that floats..
that brightens the night..

As I mark my way..
on this canvas of snow..
I think its metaphoric..
for everyone's now..

Sometimes my car..
skids like a state..
and sometimes it zooms..
like in a race..

But the breathtaking view..
has my spirits high and up..
Enjoy it while its here..
before you know, it will stop..

Snowmen and sleds..
little kids in sweaters..
walks in the plaza ..
at the window, writing letters..
At the coffee shop..
making excuses to stay..
to watch the snow..
falling in the day..

Being late for everything..
and blaming it on the weather..
Drying clothes and shoes,
I dont know why I did bother.
Listening to blues..
and dimming the lights..
imagining it is another..
one of the fairy tale nights...

I think its cheerful..
to see the bright night,
and imagine its full..
of miracles out of sight.

Pablo Neruda - I do not love you

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

Pablo Neruda 

I stared at the screen

I stared at the screen.
I had no clue.
what was I looking for,
I dint know. Its true!!

It was monday morning
and I was so delighted
to get to work, to dress up
I was so excited...

With new songs in the Ipod
a spring in my step
when the alarm went off,
out of bed, I had leapt...

I wanted to get to work
and start with this zeal
Who would have thought
this is how fate would deal...

I stared at the screen.

I had no clue.

what was I looking for,

I dint know. Its true!!

Colors on my wall

On the walls in my home
there are splashes of color
like little drops of water
on dry desert land

The rest of the walls
are all plain and fair
with black frames
and dark wall decor

When I first got them
I thought they were good
like there was clarity
in my day, in my mood

But now they lay heavy
on my mind when I see
they make me think of all
the possibilities they could be..

I tried to give them away
but I cant take them down
every time I try, I put them all back,
each and every one...

I really like the colors
that are bright and gay....
Maybe I will put the others away,
not today but some other day.

Fresh Start?

Not a new life

not a new day...

it is just a day 

that followed yesterday

And somehow I think

Of new beginnings

and of new horizons,

resolutions and goals

Everything was alright

but somehow I feel lighter

like some heavy cloud has passed,

and the day has gotten brighter

Oh but it has been snowing

and has not snowed harder

Though I enjoy it as much

I am wishing for it to get warmer.

It is just another day

but I like to pretend

as my heart is full of hope

to keep it that way, I intend

That this is a fresh start,

one full of possibilities

the beginning of another

adventure, an opportunity.